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ittle man with a moustache。 He leaned out of the window and looked up the road。
¨There he goes in；〃 he said。
¨In the Lowen？〃
¨Ja。〃
They talked again and then the innkeeper came over to our table。 The innkeeper was a tall man and old。 He looked at John asleep。
¨Heˇs pretty tired。〃
¨Yes； we were up early。〃
¨Will you want to eat soon？〃
¨Any time；〃 I said。 ¨What is there to eat？〃
¨Anything you want。 The girl will bring the eating…card。〃
The girl brought the menu。 John woke up。 The menu was written in ink on a card and the card slipped into a wooden paddle。
¨Thereˇs the speise…karte；〃 I said to John。 He looked at it。 He was still sleepy。
¨Wonˇt you have a drink with us？〃 I asked the innkeeper。 He sat down。 ¨Those peasants are beasts；〃 said the innkeeper。
¨We saw that one at a funeral coming in to town。〃
¨That was his wife。〃
¨Oh。〃
¨Heˇs a beast。 All these peasants are beasts。〃
¨How do you mean？〃
¨You wouldnˇt believe it。 You wouldnˇt believe what just happened to that one。〃
¨Tell me。〃
¨You wouldnˇt believe it。〃 The innkeeper spoke to the sexton。 ¨Franz； come over here。〃 The sexton came； bringing his little bottle of wine and his glass。
¨The gentlemen are just come down from the Wiesbadenerh？tte；〃 the innkeeper said。 We shook hands。
¨What will you drink？〃 I asked。
¨Nothing；〃 Franz shook his finger。
¨Another quarter liter？〃
¨All right。〃
¨Do you understand dialect？〃 the innkeeper asked。
¨No。〃
¨Whatˇs it all about？〃 John asked。
¨Heˇs going to tell us about the peasant we saw filling the grave； coming into town。〃
¨I canˇt understand it； anyway；〃 John said。 ¨It goes too fast for me。〃
¨That peasant；〃 the innkeeper said； ¨today he brought his wife in to be buried。 She died last November。〃
¨December；〃 said the sexton。
¨That makes nothing。 She died last December then； and he notified the commune。〃
¨December eighteenth；〃 said the sexton。
¨Anyway； he couldnˇt bring her over to be buried until the snow was gone。〃
¨He lives on the other side of the Paznaun；〃 said the sexton。 ¨But he belongs to this parish。〃
¨He couldnˇt bring her out at all？〃 I asked。
¨No。 He can only come； from where he lives； on skis until the snow melts。 So today he brought her in to be buried and the priest； when he looked at her face； didnˇt want to bury her。 You go on and tell it；〃 he said to the sexton。 ¨Speak German； not dialect。〃
¨It was very funny with the priest；〃 said the sexton。 ¨In the report to the commune she died of heart trouble。 We knew she had heart trouble here。 She used to faint in church sometimes。 She did not come for a long time。 She wasnˇt strong to climb。 When the priest uncovered her face he asked Olz； ˉDid your wife suffer much？ˇ ˉNo；ˇ said Olz。 ˉWhen I came in the house she was dead across the bed。ˇ 〃
¨The priest looked at her again。 He didnˇt like it。
¨ ˉHow did her face get that way？ˇ
¨ ˉI donˇt know；ˇ Olz said。
¨ ˉYouˇd better find out；ˇ the priest said； and put the blanket back。 Olz didnˇt say anything。 The priest looked at him。 Olz looked back at the priest。 ˉYou want to know？ˇ
¨ ˉI must know；ˇ the priest said。〃
¨This is where itˇs good；〃 the innkeeper said。 ¨Listen to this。 Go on Franz。〃
¨ ˉWell；ˇ said Olz； ˉwhen she died I made the report to the commune and I put her in the shed across the top of the big wood。 When I started to use the big wood she was stiff and I put her up against the wall。 Her mouth was open and when I came to the shed at night to cut up the big wood； I hung the lantern from it。〃
¨ ˉWhy did you do that？ˇ asked the priest。
¨ ˉI donˇt know；ˇ said Olz。
¨ ˉDid you do that many times？ˇ
¨ ˉEvery time I went to work in the shed at night。ˇ
¨ ˉIt was very wrong；ˇ said the priest。 ˉDid you love your wife？ˇ
¨ ˉJa； I loved her；ˇ Olz said。 ˉI loved her fine。ˇ 〃
¨Did you understand it all？〃 asked the innkeeper。 ¨You understand it all about his wife？〃
¨I heard it。〃
¨How about eating？〃 John asked。
¨You order；〃 I said。 ¨Do you think itˇs true？〃 I asked the innkeeper。
¨Sure itˇs true；〃 he said。 ¨These peasants are beasts。〃
¨Where did he go now？〃
¨Heˇs gone to drink at my colleagueˇs； the Lowen！〃
¨He didnˇt want to drink with me；〃 said the sexton。
¨He didnˇt want to drink with him； after he knew about his wife；〃 said the innkeeper。
¨Say；〃 said John。 ¨How about eating？〃
¨All right；〃 I said。
A PURSUIT RACE
WILLIAM CAMPBELL had been in a pursuit race with a burlesque show ever since Pittsburgh。 In a pursuit race； in bicycle racing； riders start at equal intervals to ride after one another。 They ride very fast because the race is usually limited to a short distance and if they slow their riding another rider who maintains his pace will make up the space that separated them equally at the start。 As soon as a rider is caught and passed he is out of the race and must get down from his bicycle and leave the track。 If none of the riders are caught the winner of the race is the one who has gained the most distance。 In most pursuit races； if there are only two riders； one of the riders is caught inside of six miles。 The burlesque show caught William Campbell at Kansas City。
William Campbell had hoped to hold a slight lead over the burlesque show until they reached the Pacific coast。 As long as he preceded the burlesque show as advance man he was being paid。 When the burlesque show caught up with him he was in bed。 He was in bed when the manager of the burlesque troupe came into his room and after the manager had gone out he decided that he might as well stay in bed。 It was very cold in Kansas City and he was in no hurry to go out。 He did not like Kansas City。 He reached under the bed for a bottle and drank。 It made his stomach feel better。 Mr。 Turner； the manager of the burlesque show； had refused a drink。
William Campbellˇs interview with Mr。 Turner had been a little strange。 Mr。 Turner had knocked on the door。 Campbell had said： ¨Come in！〃 When Mr。 Turner came into the room he saw clothing on a chair； an open suitcase； the bottle on a chair beside the bed； and someone lying in the bed completely covered by bedclothes。
¨Mister Campbell；〃 Mr。 Turner said。
¨You canˇt fire me；〃 William Campbell said from underneath the covers。 It was warm and white and close under the covers。 ¨You canˇt fire me because Iˇve got down off my bicycle。〃
¨Youˇre drunk；〃 Mr。 Turner said。
¨Oh； yes；〃 William Campbell said； speaking directly against the sheet and feeling the texture with his lips。
¨Youˇre a fool；〃 Mr。 Turner said。 He turned off the electric light。 The electric light had been burning all night。 It was now ten oˇclock in the morning。 ¨Youˇre a drunken fool。 When did you get into this town？〃
¨I got into this town last night；〃 William Campbell said； speaking against the sheet。 He found he liked to talk through a sheet。 ¨Did you ever talk through a sheet？〃
¨Donˇt try to be funny。 You arenˇt funny。〃
¨Iˇm not being funny。 Iˇm just talking through a sheet。〃
¨Youˇre talking through a sheet all right。〃
¨You can go now； Mr。 Turner；〃 Campbell said。 ¨I donˇt work for you any more。〃
¨You know that anyway。〃
¨I know a lot；〃 William Campbell said。 He pulled down the sheet and looked at Mr。 Turner。 ¨I know enough so I donˇt mind looking at you at all。 Do you want to hear what I know？〃
¨No。〃
¨Good；〃 said William Campbell。 ¨Because really I donˇt know anything at all。 I was just talking。〃 He pulled the sheet up over his face again。 ¨I love it under a sheet；〃 he said。 Mr。 Turner stood beside the bed。 He was a middle…aged man with a large stomach and a bald head and he had many things to do。 ¨You ought to stop off here； Billy； and take a cure；〃 he said。 ¨Iˇll fix it up if you want to do it。〃
¨I donˇt want to take a cure；〃 William Campbell said。 ¨I donˇt want to take a cure at all。 I am perfectly happy。 All my life I have been perfectly happy。〃
¨How long have you been this way？〃
¨What a question！〃 William Campbell breathed in and out through the sheet。
¨How long have you been stewed； Billy？〃
¨Havenˇt I done my work？〃
¨Sure。 I just asked you how long youˇve been stewed； Billy。〃
¨I donˇt know。 But Iˇve got my wolf back。〃 He touched the sheet with his tongue。 ¨Iˇve had him for a week。〃
¨The hell you have。〃
¨Oh； yes。 My dear wolf。 Every time I take a drink he goes outside the room。 He canˇt stand alcohol。 The poor little fellow。〃 He moved his tongue round and round on the sheet。 ¨Heˇs a lovely wolf。 Heˇs just like he always was。〃 William Campbell shut his eyes and took a deep breath。
¨You got to take a cure； Billy；〃 Mr。 Turner said。 ¨You wonˇt mind the Keeley。 It isnˇt bad。〃
¨The Keeley；〃 William Campbell said。 ¨It isnˇt far from London。〃 He shut his eyes and opened them； moving the eyelashes against the sheet。 ¨I just love sheets；〃 he sai